| Come away, human child
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| To the water
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| Come away, human child
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| To the water and the wild
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| With a faery, hand in hand
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| For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand
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| Where dips the rocky highland
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| Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
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| There lies a leafy island
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| Where flapping herons wake
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| The drowsy water rats;
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| There we’ve hid our faery vats
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| Full of berries
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| And of reddest stolen cherries
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| Come away, human child
|
| To the water
|
| Come away, human child
|
| To the water and the wild
|
| With a faery, hand in hand
|
| For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand
|
| Where the wave of moonlight glosses
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| The dim gray sands with light
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| Far off by furthest Rosses
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| We foot it all the night
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| Weaving olden dances
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| Mingling hands and mingling glances
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| Till the moon has taken flight;
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| To and fro we leap
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| ANd chase the frothy bubbles
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| While the world is full of troubles
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| And is anxious in it’s sleep
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| Come away, human child
|
| To the water
|
| Come away, human child
|
| To the water and the wild
|
| With a faery, hand in hand
|
| For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand
|
| Where the wandering water gushes
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| From the hills above Glen-Car
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| In pools among the rushes
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| The scarce could bathe a star
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| We seek for slumbering trout
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| And whispering in their ears
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| We give them unquiet dreams;
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| Leaning softly out
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| From ferns that drop their tears
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| Over the young streams
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| Away with us he’s going
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| The solemn-eyed:
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| He’ll hear no more the lowing
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| Of the calves on the warm hillside;
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| Or the kettle on the hob
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| Sing peace into his breast
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| Or see the brown mice bob
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| Around and around the oatmeal-chest
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| For he comes, the human child
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| To the water
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| He comes, the human child
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| To the water and the wild
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| With a faery, hand in hand
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| From a world more full of weeping than he can understand
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| Human child
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| Human child
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| With a faery, hand in hand
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| From a world more full of weeping than he can understand…
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| Than he can understand…
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| He can understand… |